But I leave
it to Gene if you ain't mad enough to murder whatever it was.
What was it?"
He waited a moment without getting a reply.
"Well, keep your teeth shut down on it, then, darn yuh!" he
growled. "That's the Injun of it--I know YOU! Screech-owl--huh!
You said when you left it was an Indian--and that's why we didn't
take after it ourselves. We don't want to get the whole bunch
down on us like they are on you--and if there was one acting up
around here, we knew blamed well it was on your account for what
happened to-day. I guess you found out, all right. I knew the
minute you heaved in sight that you was just about as mad as you
can get--and that's saying a whole lot. If it WAS an Indian, and
you killed him, you better let us--"
"Oh, for the lord's sake, WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Grant raised to an
elbow, glared a moment, and lay down again.
The result proved the sort of fellow he was. Clark shut up
without even trailing off into mumbling to himself, as was his
habit when argument brought him defeat.
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